After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

The video was recorded in the waiting room on the day Mu Yanzhou went to Linshi.

He had a hunch, so he recorded it there.

The bright light from above his head flashed through the camera. He raised the phone to adjust the angle in an awkward manner, leaning back slightly. When facing the camera, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Zhiwei, my baby girl."

This was the first sentence Mu Yanzhou said.

He raised the phone higher and tried to look in good condition in the video, but when he spoke again, his tone involuntarily became dull: "Dad owes you."

After finishing his words, Mu Yanzhou seemed to have fallen into some bad memories, with a touch of sadness appearing in his eyes.

After a long time, he changed his hand to hold the phone, and then continued: "You have grown up alone this year, and I know everything you have gone through."

"It's dad's fault." When he said this, Mu Yanzhou's eyes were filled with guilt.

After these words, Mu Yanzhou fell silent again.

Wen Zhi, who was holding the mobile phone, was crying so hard.

"Zhiwei."

Mu Yanzhou's voice came again.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the camera, as if he could see his daughter through the camera.

A gentle smile appeared on his face: "You always ask me over and over again if you ever loved your mother."

Hearing this, Wen Zhi suddenly stopped, and two tears fell on the screen.

Mu Yanzhou said: "The day your mother passed away, my heart left with her."

From then on, every day was like a zombie.

How could he not love it?

"My love for your mother has never changed since the day I married her. She is my life and everything to me."

"Soon...I'm going to accompany your mother. I made her wait for so long this time. I wonder if she will be angry with me..."

Speaking of this, Mu Yanzhou's eyes shimmered: "If I tell her that in this year, I have settled our daughter's future, will it be easier for your mother to coax her?"

After saying that, Mu Yanzhou was thinking as if he already had that scene in his mind.

When he arrived below, he saw Wen Yinxi and chased after her to coax and apologize. Just thinking about it, he opened his eyebrows in anticipation.

After a while.

Mu Yanzhou lowered his hand holding the phone, and at the same time the camera zoomed in much closer.

His voice was enlarged on the screen and he whispered: "Zhiwei, live a good life."

"Dad, I hope you live a long life, be happy and prosperous, and get what you want."

……

The video was very long, but Mu Yanzhou only had a few words. Most of the time, all Wen Zhi saw on his face was silence and gratitude.

He did not explain what he had done over the past year, nor did he mention his sadness.

But Mu Yanzhou must tell his daughter that he loved Wen Yinxi.

"dad……"

Wen Zhi burst into tears.

Gu Rang's hand supporting Wen Zhi could clearly feel that it was getting heavier and heavier, and the support of her body was gradually losing.

She became unsteady several times and held on for dear life before she reluctantly turned around to look at the wooden box held in Zhan Feng's arms.

There was no sound in her ears at this moment, and the air around her seemed to be frozen at this moment.

She stared at the wooden box for a long time, then stiffly and slowly stretched out her hands to pick up the wooden box.

Zhan Feng carefully handed the wooden box to Wen Zhi's hand: "Miss, slow down." Gu Rang, who was on the side, took away the phone when Wen Zhi reached over, so that she could hold the wooden box steady with both hands.

At the moment of handover, the two people's hearts were almost hanging together.

Wen Zhi's arms were extremely stiff, and her joints seemed to have lost their temperature, and they would not move naturally. Until she touched the wooden box, she held it in an extremely weird posture, motionless.

After a long time, her body showed signs of warming up, her hand joints tightened little by little, and she hugged the wooden box in her arms tightly.

Then she slowly lowered her head and pressed her brows against the embossed lines of the wooden box, with big tears falling on it.

She cried silently, as if she would not be able to breathe again in the next second.

"Wen Zhi, cry out. Don't hold it in, otherwise your body won't be able to bear it..." Such great grief.

Before Gu Rang finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong with Wen Zhi's state.

Zhan Feng's face changed even more: "She must be allowed to make a sound, otherwise she won't be able to raise her voice and something will happen."

"I know! Of course I know!" Gu Rang's face turned ugly: "Hurry up and take away Mr. Mu's urn -"

Upon hearing this, Zhan Feng stretched out his hand to snatch the urn from Wen Zhi's arms.

But Wen Zhi held on tightly, clasping his knuckles on the wooden box hard, and refused to let go even an inch.

Her expression had changed at this moment.

Becoming a little blue.

Zhan Feng was afraid that something big would happen if he was too late, so he gritted his teeth and opened Wen Zhi's fingers one by one.

But when he saw that the gauze wrapped around Wen Zhi's hand was being dyed red bit by bit by blood, he had to stop his strength and said: "Miss, listen to me, your condition is not good now, and the old injuries have not healed yet." Okay, let go first!”

Wen Zhi didn't seem to feel any pain.

Even though Zhan Feng held off for a long time, he was unwilling to let go.

After an unknown stalemate for a long time, the urn was returned to Zhan Feng's hand, but Wen Zhi's hand didn't look very optimistic.

At this moment, Wen Zhi's long-standing depression finally burst out: "Woo——!"

Hysterical shouts came from the broken voice.

Gu Rang hugged Wen Zhi to prevent her from struggling: "Wen Zhi, just shout out. Just shout out."

Wen Zhi's face gradually returned to color.

My limbs are no longer as stiff as before.

Looking at the wooden box held in Zhan Feng's arms, she asked one after another: "Why didn't you wait for me to come and cremate him again? Why didn't you let me see my father for the last time? Why?"

Gu Rang didn't let go. While he hugged Wen Zhi tightly, he also held Wen Zhi's arm tightly with his palm: "This is Mr. Mu's explanation. He doesn't want you to see his body, because he is afraid that you will be stuck in the shadows all your life and unable to leave." come out."

Wen Zhi asked in confusion, "You lied to me again, right?"

"I didn't lie to you." Gu Rang tried his best to convince Wen Zhi: "I originally planned to wait for you to see Mr. Mu for the last time before cremating Mr. Mu's body, but Zhan Feng found Mr. Mu's last words on his cell phone. so……"

Wen Zhi choked, her struggling movements suddenly stopped, and she murmured: "Why don't you let me see you for the last time... don't let me see you for the last time..."

"Wen Zhi, listen to me. Mr. Mu has made a lot of plans for you. In fact, when Madam passed away, Mr. Mu was ready to follow Madam. Because Mr. Mu couldn't let go of you, he delayed it for you for a year. .”

At the same time, Gu Rang also let go of his hand. Wen Zhi slowly turned around and looked at Gu Rang with red eyes: "Have you...always known about these arrangements made by my father?"

Gu Rang had a lump in his throat and his expression tightened: "I..."

Zhan Feng's calm statement came from the side: "Gu Rang and I both know."

Wen Zhi suddenly looked at Zhan Feng.

Zhan Feng met Wen Zhi's gaze calmly: "Mr. Mu has spoken, but even if we know it, we can't tell you, let alone..."

Zhan Feng's words paused for a moment.